On the pursuit of happiness like the gardeners
Tears, sweat & blood, spilling juice out my pancreas
Pushing pedals on a route where the traffics are
Pardon the noise, through the roof like an ambulance
Imagine filling a room with your ambiance
Whispers in the night & its you that they talking 'bout
Old bullies asking "who let your awesome out?"
Remember open mic, being boo'ed out the coffee house?
But it's cool to be talked about
Know when you press play that you are my confidant..
So its cool that we talk it out
Turn up the volumes of the volumes of my word of mouth
To the top of the world! northern bound
Started in South Africa, tearing all borders down
Journey man, insomniac, no sleep till first place
We halfway, on the roadtrip to northbay